TWIDDLE

6.11.15

cast each myrtle

vines of subtle

edging grasp

that sways of lasting songs are

forever twined

in the midnight rain.

is this smile of 

flowing trust

that eve of lost

 kindness are rested

upon your palm?

sigh, in the vanished 

snow of dried leaves 

until beginnings are

made to END. 

Author's Note

from an old note

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A pressing piece that shares beauty and timeless wording, well done, good read.

[...]

This is beautiful! I love it and I'm keeping it :)

[SUGATA M]

This poetry never ends as chanting the universal saga of nature and life. Thank you for portraying a vivid landscape through your touchy creation of words.

[CHRIS ANDES]

thank you for the kind read sir

[H. A. M.]

It's been a long time since I reviewed. I like the beginning but the ending stuck with me more.
"sigh, in the vanished
snow of dried leaves
until beginnings are
made to END." It reminds me of a sunset. Overall I enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing this with me.

[CHRIS ANDES]

thank you for the review :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the beginning.
"cast each myrtle
vines of subtle
edging grasp
that sways of lasting songs are
forever twined
in the midnight rain."
They could stand alone. The poem had meaningful words and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[CHRIS ANDES]

thank you for the review :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Christine.